Rewind

Chapter One

~Authors Message~

I dedicated this chapter to my dear friend Kat, who is amazing writer, she edited this chapter for me C:

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~Prominence

"Movie time!" I yelled as I flopped onto the couch beside Cameron and Liam.

Zayn laughed, "You're such a child." He flung himself down next to me. 

I stuck my tongue out at him, "You're the child. What movie are we watching? I vote for Footloose!"

"Alicia, you've seen that movie only about 100 times," Liam rolled his eyes.

"I've only seen it six times!" I protested, "Besides, it's a good movie."

"I agree," a girl's voice interrupted, walking into the room.

"Vanessa!" I yelled, running to hug her, "Where have you been?"

"Carter and I had a date, so I was there the whole day," she blushed. She and Carter had been together for almost a year now; they made the cutest couple.

"That's sweet, so you agree then? We're watching Footloose?"

"No!" The boys said in unison, "There is no way that I am sitting through that movie, again," Zayn added.

"Me neither, sorry Ali," Vanessa said.

"There you have it, no Footloose," Liam declared

I pouted, "You guys have no taste in movies, whatsoever."

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"Alicia!" Vanessa yelled. I snapped back to reality.

"Huh, what?" I asked dumbly.

"Butter or no butter?" She asked, pointing to the pancakes.

"Oh um, butter," I replied. We'd barely gotten any sleep last night, given that both Liam and Zayn were playing Call of Duty, with the sound on full volume.

Liam walked into the room, rubbing his eyes as he made his way over to the kitchen, managing to slump into a chair. "What're the plans for today?" He asked, sleepily.

"Beach day, and we're going to the campfire tonight. But I have to run to my house and grab a change of clothes before we go anywhere."

"Same here," Vanessa said, flipping a pancake over, she sprinkled chocolate chips onto them.

"O-o-h, something smells good," Cameron pointed out as he entered the kitchen. His hair was in a ruffled mess, his white shirt all wrinkled, and his pajama pants and risen up on his right leg. 

"Why thank you," She said smiling, taking a bow. "I try my best," she giggled and turned back to the stove.

"Welp, I'm off," I said, pushing my chair out from behind the counter, "I'll meet you all at the beach, 11:30?"

"Yupp," Vanessa replied, "See you then."

   

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